"It's not that."

Meng Qi immediately shirked the responsibility, insisting that Monk Yuanzhi suddenly realized the truth and realized the ultimate principles of Zen.

Mo Li is about to believe and doubt.

How can an ugly piece of clothing make people see through the world and understand the world?

Mo Li's eyes fell on Meng Qi and said thoughtfully: "When you bought clothes last night, you were still resistant, and suddenly you were full of confidence. When you came here just now, your expression was like robbing General Liu's wallet."

It's as easy as taking a baby.

Unfortunately, even though Mo Li was curious, he was worried that the person Monk Yuanzhi was going to meet was Meng Qi, who was the national teacher of the previous dynasty.

Perhaps there is a third person here, and Yuan Zhi refuses to say a lot of things?

Unexpectedly, after only a cup of tea, something happened to happen.

"It's not clothes, that's what did you say to him? Explain why you wear such clothes?" Mo Li vaguely touched the truth. He felt that Meng Qi would definitely find a way to save face. What else could two people who met for the first time say besides greetings? Isn't it just explaining the clothes in their hands and the purpose of this time.

Monk Yuanzhi wants to make breakthroughs in martial arts. Where can he go? He still has to face Meng Qi?

You must know that they are still unknown to us.

The culprit may not be the culprit, but it must be related to Meng Qi!

Facing Mo Li's determined gaze, what surged in Meng Qi's heart was not guilty, but pride.

——Look, after my words and deeds along the way, the doctor has been able to stand alone.

Stripping the silk and pulling the cocoon to see the true chapter, and seeing one step at a time to push the overall situation. Whether it is walking in the world or wandering around the world, this ability is essential.

Well, it would be great if it wasn't for me. Meng Qi's eyes wandered and said vaguely: "I just talked to the master about the fading of my clothes."

"You can say it more clearly." Mo Li saw through someone's avoidance.

Meng Qi couldn't do it, so he had to take out the limerick poem he compiled.

The moli didn't say anything for a long time.

Meng Qi was a little panicked and hurriedly said, "The clothes faded over water and faded over time. Isn't this ordinary? I've long been a piece of faded and useless clothes. It doesn't look like it if I force myself to wear them. It's just a maneuver. How do I know that this old monk suddenly realized?"

Mo Li thought Meng Qi was right. The monks and literati in the classics and books said Buddhist verses and hit the clever tips, and they all came out with witty words. Why didn’t Monk Yuanzhi cooperate?

No, why do you need to cooperate?

Mo Li suddenly came back to her senses and glared at Meng Qi.

"How many days will it take for martial arts to break through the realm?" Meng Qi asked humbly.

The saying that the dragon vein has no realm is that there is no bottleneck in their bodies. They just need to practice martial arts continuously to accumulate spiritual energy as internal force.

Mo Li had a teacher at least, and Meng Qi relied on self-study, so he was naturally not sure.

"I can't say it, some people will take one or two hours, while others may take three or five days." Mo Li rubbed her forehead, extremely helpless.

They certainly couldn't just throw Monk Yuanzhi into the forest and leave by themselves.

"Someone is here!"

Meng Qi's ears moved and he looked keenly at the foot of the mountain.

***

The sun was swelling at noon, burning the earth.

No trace of birds and beasts in the mountains were found. I thought I had found a place to hide from the hot weather.

Figures suddenly appeared in the quiet woods, one after another, passing through the forest very quickly, and the branches and leaves made a rustling sound due to the touch.

The leader was wearing a straw raincoat and a hat, covering his face tightly, which was exactly the mysterious swordsman Fengxing Pavilion was looking for.

The swordsman pressed his palms on the hilt of the knife with his scars and calluses. The breath on his body became sharper, blocking the branches in front of him tremble slightly, and then it was divided into two without any warning. This was caused by the murderous aura.

As the pace under his feet slowed down, the murderous intent slowly gathered and was eventually pressed into the scabbard.

The swordsman stopped.

He looked at a footprint on the ground, as if he was fascinated.

Then he stepped back and looked for a footprint.

His sudden stop to investigate made all the Piaoping Pavilion killers stop.

The swordsman twisted a handful of dry and hard soil on the ground, and even put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. He smelled the dust and ashes.

——I have been walking in the mountains for soles and the soles still have this smell. Where has the owner of the shoes been?

It can only be the land temple that was burned by them last night.

"Someone rushed in front of us." The swordsman said in a hoarse voice.

Everyone held the weapons after hearing this.

They came after the clues left by the person who slaughtered the shopkeeper of the Sijia Mishop. Although Meng Qi and Mo Li had high martial arts skills, they could not completely erase the traces. Especially Meng Qi and the other two stayed near the town for so long and had dealt with the Four Gangs and Twelve Associations. They went to the ghost market last night. The clues combined were enough to catch up with Piaoping Pavilion.

But they didn't expect that there was someone who took the lead.

The swordsman continued to look at the footprints, as if he wanted to judge this person's martial arts level.

The deeper his eyebrows were frowning, and the footprints were very strange. The two were not very separated, just like ordinary people walking, and they seemed to be completely unable to learn light skills.

This is a mountainous place, with uneven grounds, and it is extremely difficult to walk deep and shallow. Who would have the patience to make a slow move?

"Walk."

The swordsman stared at the ground and continued to rush forward while observing his footprints.

What made him care was that the distance between the footprints had not changed, but the depth was gradually increasing. In the end, the walking person seemed to have used a lot of effort to stabilize his body.

The deepest part of the footprint is at the arch of the foot, which means that the force exerted by the walking person himself. It is neither encountered oncoming thrust nor was it exerted by someone behind it.

There were no traces of fighting on the ground.

Why does a person who does not use internal force suddenly increase the strength of his pace?

The swordsman was thinking, and a frightened bird suddenly flew up from the hill ahead, and then wild beasts fleeing in the forest appeared in panic.

"this……"

The swordsman was full of surprise.

The killers of Piaopingge, who were like wood, commanded and moved, looked up one after another, showing a look of fear.

They have killed many people with higher martial arts skills than themselves, and martial arts masters are also human beings. There are always times when they are negligent, and they are not afraid of any masters.

As more people are killed, people will gradually lose their feelings, and they will be confused and cannot even tell whether they are dead or alive. This is also related to the rules of Piaoping Pavilion. They can only come out for activities when there is a task. On weekdays, they will crouch in the cave like a rat that cannot stand the light.

At this moment, this powerful aura was like a pot of cold water poured on the head.

——If you run a little slower in front of such a master, you will lose your life and you will have no chance to turn back and assassinate.

This is not the one they can deal with. The Piaopingge Killers are also divided into levels, and they should not take on such jobs at this level.

"Stay." The swordsman shouted in a low voice.

The killers barely calmed down, and their slow heads finally remembered that this trip was not about taking on jobs and making money, but about the superiors ordered them to come out and eliminate the people in the martial arts world who were not good for Piaoping Pavilion.

If you can't complete the task, you will be better than death when you go back.

"Chief, let's make a long-term plan?" A killer said in panic, suppressing the fear in his heart.

The swordsman looked at everyone with cold eyes, making their scalp chill.

After a long time, the swordsman said in a hoarse voice: "You are retreating to the foot of the mountain."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in an instant and retreated quickly, without asking the leader where he would go and whether the leader could come back safely.

The swordsman stood alone in the scorching sun, and the straw raincoat was cracked by the sun. The cloth scarf and hat covering his head and face were not airtight. Ordinary people could not wear it for a quarter of an hour. However, the swordsman's figure had an indescribable cold and quietness.

"Bang."

Suddenly a crack was split by invisible knife energy on the ground, and gravel rolled into shallow pits.

The swordsman who was originally standing there had already left far away. He used his light skills and walked through the forest quickly. His breath did not stop but increased.

The overwhelming murderous intent swept up like a tide.

Monk Yuanzhi, who was meditating and breaking through the realm, was immediately affected, his eyebrows were frowned, and white mist appeared on his bald head.

The white fog is caused by internal force stimulation and release of external force. Because the sky is too hot, the scorching sunlight makes the leaves and stones look slightly distorted, so the white fog is also floating, sometimes left and right, and it is because it has never left the head of Monk Yuanzhi.

Meng Qi: "..."

Mo Li: "…"

This picture looks like Monk Yuanzhi's soul leaving his body. His soul wants to turn into an illusory human form, but was almost scattered by the storm of the sun.

"The person who comes is not good, Brother Meng pays attention."

Mo Li held the sword in her sleeve and looked vigilantly in the direction where the murderous aura came.

Meng Qi moved faster, and the man turned over the tree.

I stood far away and couldn't see my face when I was far away. This piece of clothing with uneven color distribution was not that ugly.
To be continued...